I've a mission today. but, i'm not telling. apparently not.
i hate blogging. there's so little running through my mind to blog. the ironic and funny thing is...
the messages.
number of them. words used.
all surfaced abit too late. all surfaced at the wrong time.
maybe i'm just too blinded. maybe i've never seen it before. maybe i took much things for granted that i didnt care to seek and yet assumed. no, i didnt even assume. and when problems arise, then i start whining. great.
mind's a page of blank. tv entertains me. but my box's is retardedly...
green. the whole screen is
green with patches of
greenish_____ (other colour). honestly, what am i talking about?
even the devil wears prada looks
green.
green green green. anna hathaway looks
green. meryl steep looks
green. everyone and everything. i see
green. i know i simply adore
green. but not to the extent of letting me literally see
green everywhere...
i hate tv now. i need a walk. i'm off to walk. later. and to accomplish my mission. and great, now i sound like some FBI. or sherlock holmes. james bond even. arnold swartchzeine... (whatever) this is getting off hand. i'm flying off. *waves
DANCED- 1:11 PM